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“[Jenny] awoke refreshed and unburthened. She had received the island’s gift: its sense of remoteness from the world, almost a sensation of the world’s death. It is the source of the island’s kindness. Nobody is just matter, poor to be exploited by rich, weak to be exploited by the strong; in mutual generosity each recognizes the other only as a form of soul; it is a brief, harsh Utopia of equality in nakedness. The bare feet are a symbol of that nakedness unknown in the world they have left.”